Too often I see the looks you give her, and I know what they mean, because they're the looks I give you and I know what they mean for me.

With heavy eyes I see the outline of your sleeping self, listening... Listening to the beat of your heart.
I move to allow my heavy eyes sleep when I hear your heart quicken. My heavy eyes fall. I feel you tighten your embrace around me as my heart quicken with yours. Then in a moment’s notice our beating hearts are as they should be as one...

Anger building up like a kettle ready to blow. Steam ready to blow that warning sound. Building up and up till the hole in the wall is the only thing there reminding you that your not okay.

Scared of the future, The moment where life goes black in front of you. Cant see if that next turn is going to lead you down the wrong road.

Walking to you in the night as the rain falls heavily.
The lights of the hall way flickering maybe telling to turn away from going to you.
At your door ready to knock, hand frozen waiting, the shadows breath the door telling me you know I’m there.
Door opens, you standing in front of me, as if my body just reacts to your movements. We step towards one another. Holding our breath as if its our last as one. His arm wrap around me, that breath I once had on my own is now gone. He has taken away my power to be one. Gently I only hear the click of the door. His kiss has now taken my one breath and made it our breath. We breath as one, no longer able to find which breath is our own.
Letting me know that I am not alone any more, that I am with him and we are ONE.

I want to run as fast as I can. I want to run and never look back, make the distance between a good thing. I want the feeling of being a lone and free.

I drive down the winding road just to find its a dead end, get out and start walking, come to a cliff, toes on the edge close your eyes, Feel the wind in your hair, turn around and fall, fall into the straight and strong into the nothingness below and remember each day is not going to be the same as the last. Some things are meant to be forgotten.